Recipe for Peach Pie

Half a teaspoon of pity for the peaches separated from the others

Another tablespoon of sadness for the wheat stripped of colour

Two dashes of regret for the lemons grown and lived sour

A sprinkle of hope for the yummy taste to de determined within the hour

The five teaspoons of sugar to make the heart all better

And just to be sure…

A few walnuts to harden the sympathy for the soon-to-be eaten

So the feeling of remorse can easily be beaten

One more pinch of cinnamon to spice up the day

And a bit of salt to melt the coldness away.

Half a bite of joy for the boys and girls baking it

And eating it

A bigger bite for the children

Who fight and bicker over it

An hour to make peaches into pie

An hour to devour peaches made into pie

An hour to savour the peaches devoured in the pie.

The Road

White

Dashed

Lines

Lead into the endless possibilities

Of endless adventures

And endless discoveries

Of self and world

The long awaited trip back

Is met with easily solved arguments

Into much needed laughter

To peel away the stress

Layered onto of one another

From the tedious days of fighting for more

But the

White Dashed Lines

Turn into

White Solid Lines

Still signifying my fragile boundaries

Of fragile promises

And fragile rules

For me to follow and you to expect